The gunshots in the corridor gradually began to fade away little by little.
Barrus casually punched the chest of the young exorcist in front of him.
He casually pulled off the wristband that sealed the psychic creature from his wrist and put it into the already bulging bag at his waist.
These are all good things.,
Most alien psychic creatures are captured in the wild and then sealed with totems.
Because there are many psychic creatures in the eastern bay.
These psychic creatures are weak at first, but fortunately they can grow very quickly.
However, this is very slow after all. Bringing these prairie dog psychic creatures back and sealing them directly into the newborns will greatly speed up the power of the new generation in their tribe.
Of course, there are risks, even with a method like totem sealing that was spread among the Yi people.
Although the risk of being devoured by psychic creatures is greatly reduced.
However, if the disparity is too great, it is also possible to be devoured by psychic creatures and turn into a monster.
But it doesn't matter much. If one baby dies, a few more will be born.
"It's so big here!"
A foreign elder rushed over from behind. The animal skin bag on his waist was bulging high. It looked like the harvest was no less than that of Barus.
Go to the wall and look at the floor plan above.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
Although they hate and despise these marmots, they have to admit that such a miraculous design and such a huge building.
It's something they foreigners can't do.
"You are hurt!"
Barus glanced sideways at the wound on his waist and couldn't help but frown.
"It's a small matter. A few prairie dogs resisted desperately. I originally wanted to stay alive, but I couldn't."
As he spoke, he said to Barus: "Look, don't you think that this fortress looks very much like... a..."
After describing it for a long time, I still couldn't describe it in the end.
"Hornet's nest!"
When Barrus saw this, he interrupted and spoke first.
However, this argument was rejected by this elder.
"It's very similar, but I always feel it's a little different!"
He stared at the honeycomb-like structure of the base on the floor plan in front of him. After looking at it for a while, he shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
"Let's go. Those prairie dogs are retreating. They almost intend to fight us. Kill them all. From now on, this place will be renamed. You can do whatever research you want."
Barus urged everyone to start gathering towards him as soon as possible.
at this time.
Inside the 25th District Operations Office.
Kajiful, Ning Chen and a group of senior commanders, including the district chief Wang Wei who had been seriously injured, and other senior spiritual exterminators.
Everyone looked quietly at the images on the display screen that were constantly switching.
"Zizzi..."
The cigarette butts flashed and extinguished, creating wisps of smoke, and when they saw the figures of some soldiers completely disappearing from their sight.
No matter who it is, it doesn't look good.
On the other side of the monitor, a simulation of an explosion was played over and over in a loop.
It is not difficult to see from the above that as long as the central vent of the base is blown up, the entire base will collapse directly.
Kajifur blew out a puff of smoke and looked at Wang Yi who was sitting in the wheelchair.
Just seeing Wang Chen helplessly shaking his head, Cajifur looked miserable for a moment.
"Then so be it, if... if you lose.
Just blow up the central vent. If you have any last words, please leave them on this information board. The information board will be locked in a black folder, and maybe in a few years, it will be delivered to your family members!"
As he spoke, Kajifur placed the information board in his hand on the table.
"No, no... No, we should have other ways. The union will definitely send experts to reinforce. We also have the Southwest Army, which has at least 40,000 troops. They can also rush over to support. We will wait!"
As the Chief of Operations Staff under Kajifur, there were beads of sweat on his forehead at this time, constantly thinking about other possible reinforcements.
But Ning Chen's words on the side ruthlessly extinguished the last bit of fantasy in his heart.
"The Southwest Corps, stationed on the border of the Southwest Polar Region, is a heavily armed regiment, and the suspended rail vehicles cannot carry their weapons and equipment.
We can only rush across the mountains and forests to get there. Even if we go faster, it will still take at least half a month.
Don’t forget, this is the season when the mountains are closed by heavy snow.
As for the union..."
Ning Chen glanced at Wang Wei, who was seriously injured. It was impossible for the six district chiefs to come in person, but apart from these six district chiefs, what power did the union have?
Ning Chen knew very well that almost all the major families were drained for this war.
Some families have even lost their only seedlings for three generations.
Where can we allocate manpower from?
In other words, Kajifur's decision was correct. Destroying the fortress might be a disaster, but these aliens would not fare much better.
A lose-lose ending should be enough for the alliance and the union to breathe a sigh of relief.
"No! I can't, I can't accept it, I want to leave, I want to lead people to break out!"
The chief of staff jumped up from his stool and walked tremblingly out the door, but no one stopped him.
A pair of cold and stern eyes stared at the chief of operations staff who had been so high-spirited not long ago.
Seeing his embarrassed and frightened appearance at the moment, I felt more and more disappointed.
Cajifor watched coldly as the chief of staff opened the door to the conference room, with a cold face, and pulled the trigger in his hand.
"boom!"
When the bullet opened a bloody hole in the chief of staff's forehead, Cajifor put down his pistol, picked up the information board on the table, and entered the last message on it.
[Former Senate President of the 8th District and Chief of Operations Staff of the 25th District died in the line of duty.]
After saying that, he threw the information board on the table.
"Ning Chen, I leave the responsibility for detonating it to you!"
Kajfer directly transferred the authority of the Chief of Operations Staff to Ning Chen, the logistics commander.
Although this guy is a saxophone guy.
However, during this period of time, Cajifur still had a lot of affection for Ning Chen's vigorous and pragmatic style.
Although such people are very unpleasant.
He always likes to pour cold water on others, but at the critical moment, Kajifur believes in this guy more.
Permissions have been transferred.
Kajifur stood up, arranged his clothes, put the hat symbolizing the supreme commander on his head, and placed it in front of his seat.
"Everyone, it is my luck and honor to be able to fight side by side with you today. Finally, I will step down as the supreme commander. From now on, I will be an ordinary soldier. On the road to hell, everyone, we will see you again!"
After Cajifur finished speaking, he saluted deeply to everyone in front of him and strode out of the office.
As the supreme commander of this battle, if he were to die, he would prefer that he could be wrapped in horse leather and die on the battlefield like in the movie.
As soon as Cajifur walked away with his front legs and followed closely by his hind legs, he saw other people taking off their hats one after another and placing them neatly on their seats.
After saluting each other, they walked out of the office together.
"Please hide this box together in the underground safe. There is a tracking signal system on it. The union can take back this thing in the future."
There was no trace of happiness or anger on Wang Chen's gray face, and he only asked someone to hand over the spirit-suppressing box containing the disaster spirit to Ning Chen.
"knew!"
Looking at Wang Shu and the calm faces behind him, Ning Chen nodded with a complicated mood.
You know, Wang Yi is the most promising person in the Wang family.
The youngest district chief and a candidate for promotion to the six district chiefs.
He was even rumored to be the future voice of the Wang family, but after today, there may be no more Wang Wei.
No! It’s not just Wang Wei.
There are also the backbone of the Wang family and other families, and even the only child among them for three generations.
I am afraid that after today, the strength of the entire trade union and alliance will be weakened by more than half.
"gone!"
After handing over the things, Wang Yi seemed to be relieved.
He took out a bottle of psychic essence from his pocket, drank it all in one sip, and motioned for everyone to push him away.
The soul-suppressing box that seals the disaster spirit cannot be destroyed.
But it must not fall into the hands of those foreigners.
Entrusted to Ning Chen, Wang Chen no longer had any worries. If he was going to die, how could he be willing to succumb to others?
Suddenly, in the huge conference room.
The only person left was the lonely Ning Chen.
On the desk, neat military hats were placed there, as if they were silently adhering to their last post.
"hiss!!"
Ning Chen took a deep breath of air-conditioning and looked at the spirit box in front of him.
From his arms, he slowly took out a piece of pale golden [Underworld Money] and put it in his hand.
Looking at the dark note in front of him, Ning Chen's eyes became tangled for a moment.
He got this piece of money from Lost Mansion before the war.
What shocked him was that a motorcycle suddenly appeared in his dormitory, left a note and a letter, and then disappeared again.
This is District 25. How can it be possible for people to come and go at will?
But the truth is so weird. The letter mentioned the practical method of this [underworld money].
The sender is naturally the guy named Bitser from Lost Mansion.
According to the instructions in the letter, you can choose to burn this [Underworld Banknote] at this time and leave here.
Or send some important things away from here.
"Does it really have this effect... If it is true, I..."
In the entanglement, Ning Chen unknowingly folded the [Underworld Money] in his hand into the shape of an ingot.
Just when Ning Chen was in a daze.
Suddenly, I heard a deep sigh coming from behind: "Paper ingots are burned to the dead. You are a young man who has lived a prosperous life. Why do you carry such an unlucky thing with you!"
Ning Chen was startled, and when he turned around, he saw the cleaning uncle who was responsible for cleaning came in from the door dragging a vacuum cleaner.
"Buzz!!!"
When I pressed the vacuum cleaner, I saw the cleaning staff starting to clean up meticulously.
Ning Chen was stunned for a while, then looked at the [Ming Chao] in his hand that he had crumpled into a paper ingot, and his frown relaxed for a moment.
Looking back at the cleaning uncle's gray hair on his temples.
There was a long sigh in my heart.
It's a pity that there is only one.
As a logistics commander, Ning Chen knew very well that among so many logistics personnel, most of them had families, children, and children.
The vast majority of them come here as support staff to support their families.
After all, the wages here are much more generous than those in the protected area.
But today... they are going to be buried together.
Thinking of this, Ning Chen felt very uncomfortable. Everyone said that the family and country were righteous.
But after this great righteousness, how many people can think of how many nameless souls there are among the bones.
"Uncle, stop cleaning, sit down with me and have a chat!"
Ning Chen glanced at the ghost note in his hand.
He waved his hand to the cleaning uncle to come and sit down next to him.
"Hey, you are the chief, you have the final say, but you have to agree first that you are not allowed to deduct my salary!"
The cleaning uncle looked harmless and sat next to Ning Chen: "Young man, today is the winter solstice, try the dumplings I made."
"dumpling??"
Ning Chen was startled when he saw the cleaning uncle take out a lunch box from the bag at hand.
When I opened it, I saw a bowl of steaming dumplings in the lunch box.
It seems to have been cooked just a short time ago.
"You are from Xia, right? We Xia people all say that if you don't serve dumpling bowls during the winter solstice, your ears will freeze off and no one will care. This is an old saying, but since it is a saying left by our ancestors, there must be a reason. Come and hurry up
Try it!”
After saying that, he sent the food box to Ning Chen without chopsticks.
Ning Chen stopped using chopsticks and took a hot dumpling with his hands and put it in his mouth.
The hot dumplings are delicious and juicy.
The rich aroma of green onion and pork filling fills my heart with a strong sense of nostalgia.
"tasty!"
"It's delicious. You can eat more. I'm getting older. I make more dumplings and eat less."
Ning Chen was eating, and when he heard what the uncle said, his eyes turned red, and tears couldn't stop falling from his eyes.
"Uncle, I'm sorry, we..."
As if he knew what Ning Chen was talking about, the uncle waved his hand: "My child, nothing in the world is easy, but there are also obstacles that are insurmountable."
After saying that, he picked up the soul box on the table and carried it on his back.
The palm of his hand gently patted Ning Chen's shoulder. Before Ning Chen could understand anything, he pinched it with his fingers and made Ning Chen pass out.
"My child, if the sky falls, the old man will have a hard time. What we Xia people don't lack most are us old people who protect the calves. After you have eaten, sleep peacefully. When you wake up, everything will be fine!"
After the uncle finished speaking, he picked up the spirit box and walked out with three steps and two steps.
As he walked, he didn't forget to speak, speaking in a rough and deep old accent, reciting a song and music that he didn't know where he came from, and walked out of the office door.
From a distance, I could only hear: "The soldiers are barricaded and the troops are strong, and the bones on the battlefield are entangled with the grass roots. Who has not been seen in the history of Qing Dynasty in ancient times, but now the achievements and fame are better than those of the ancients."
After the words fell, I saw that the uncle had gone far away.
Only Ning Chen, who had completely passed out, was left in the office, and the [Underworld Money] folded into a paper ingot on the table.